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| A Raft of Measures; Thieves' Guild | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 30 2014, 01:00 AM (533 Views) | |
| Gambit | Apr 30 2014, 01:00 AM Post #1 |
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Biokinetics, Empathic Charm, Weird Accent
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April 12 Midnight Just off the coast of the island of the mutant prison known as "The Raft" The barge had been painstakingly constructed to resemble the regular vessel in every way, save one. Inside the large pontoon that kept the deck above water was a secret room. The air was musty and sour. The sound of rough seas lapped and thudded on the hull. The whole world was rocking incessantly to and fro. In the cramped quarters the members of the Thieves' Guild were huddled around a map spread out on the floor. By the pink light of a charged card, Gambit outlined the plan one last time. Everyone knew their roles. They had practiced for this night for months. It had taken that long to recreate the garbage barge in every detail and they had drilled in a vacant warehouse with partitions creating a mock prison in a rough layout of the Raft itself. The barge had been chosen as it was the only non-prison vessel allowed to land at the tiny island's pier. The Raft housed some of the most dangerous super-criminals on the planet. They weren't taking any chances. Below the surface of the water, mines protected the prison form attack from the ocean. Anti-aircraft guns would shred any unidentified aircraft the moment it entered the no-fly zone that reached out a mile in every direction. Even with all these precautions, the barge would still be boarded and searched before it was allowed to dock. Once a security detachment had cleared it, they would land only long enough for the large dumpster to be shoved onto the deck and the barge would quickly be shoved back into the frigid waves. Guards would be fairly thick. Once inside the wall, a bioenergy dampening field would inhibit their full power levels. The more powerful inmates had devices attached to their spines to prevent them from simply breaking loose, so the field mostly just kept those weaker mutants from causing internal disruptions. Disabling a field was still a priority though since they would need their full power levels to get back out. After outlining the plan one last time, Gambit grew silent. He listened to the pounding of booted feet on the deck above as they searched the barge. He spoke one last time, disposing of his accent as best he could for the sake of total clarity. "Remember people, our goal is to locate the VIP and extract him while avoiding detection. One group has to make a distraction while the other group neutralizes the dampening field. The barge only drops us off. Once we get boots on the ground we are on our own. We'll have to infiltrate the prison via different routes, secure transport, then rendevous at the exfil point. The earpieces are coded to the prison's frequency on channel one. Channel two is a secure channel we can speak to each other on. Even when we get the dampening field down I won't be able to hear telepathy, so don't forget your earpieces." He tapped his own with a finger to reinforce the point. The sound of rusted metal scraping against concrete made his teeth hurt. He knew it was the sound of the barge making its brief contact with the pier. "Get ready everyone, and stay on me until we get to the wire, then break up into your individual groups. Stay low and stay quiet." Then came the grinding of metal on metal as the huge dumpster was bulldozed onto the barge's deck. "NOW!" he scream whispered. The sound of the dumpster screeching across the metal deck drowned the creak of the secret compartment door. He wasted no time clearing the opening. The last one out would have to quickly close it before the barge shoved back out to sea. Outside the pontoon, everything was dark. The noisy bulldozer's floodlights lit up the deck like a football field getting ready for a night game, but the rocky stretch of beach behind it was as dark as ink. Gambit's feet padded soundlessly on the patches of sand that interspersed the boulders. His cybernetic eye detected the infrared light under the moonless sky so he made quick time to the fence. The others would either had their own methods of navigating in the dark or had to simply stay on his heels as best they could. At the fence, the Cajun traced a circle against the links and a round piece simply dissolved for them. He stayed on this side until he had ushered each member of their party through, then slipped gracefully through himself. There they paused. "This is where we split up. The first group will get uniforms and preferably a patrol vehicle and go in through the bay doors. Alex, you'll be the driver. Group two will go in through the offices. Stacy already has that part worked out. Everyone going with her, she'll let you in once she's in place. Group three is with me. If you hear a large explosion that means we've been compromised. That's where I come in." He gave the assembled thieves a wink and a grin before disappearing into the night. Those who were coming with him knew to follow. He slinked down a drainage ditch and charged the bars of the grate which promptly burned away with a dull pink hue. He slipped through and followed the culvert through the blackness. "Never thought I'd be breaking into prison, but I suppose it's just like breaking out... just in reverse," he admitted to himself out loud. |
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| Alexander | May 1 2014, 10:42 PM Post #2 |
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This was the night they had all been waiting for like school girls for prom. Alex looked around the room inside the large pontoon. Very burly and/or slutty schoolgirls. Himself included in both categories. The pink glow from their fearless leaders charged card made everything look like a whore-house's waiting room, but it did the trick. Alex looked over the map with the others, going over his own part on this once more. He was to use his powers to get a part of the group in, and all of them out again. In a way he was all standing between them being helplessly stuck in a very literal prison. God he needed a cigarette like he needed his next breath. The young man never showed the nerves on the outside though and stayed in character as the cock-sure, playful technopath, even managing to crack a few jokes under his breath to Stacy. There was really no reason to even be nervous, this was going to work. They had rehearsed more than a bride rehearses for her wedding, the plan was sound. It would hold. Even if there were mines in the water, huge guards with guns and also a hundred variables they couldn't account for on the actual island. Hearing Gambit round up the plan for the last time, with very little of his usual honey-coated accent helped steel him a bit as he put in his earpiece and took a deep breath through his noose. The vessel they were traveling in was not one of Alexs usual conversation partners, but with a bit of reaching he feel the thrumming of an oil-based motor somewhere on it. He felt it reach it's destination before the actual thud of metal connecting with concrete and stood firm in his knees to not tumble over. Barely a minute later it was go-time. Alex felt his feet moving and then they were off the trojan-pontoon, moving as stealthily as possible behind Gambit in the pit-black darkness. He was temporarily night-blind once outside, but the fresh sea-air was a welcome relief from the musty locker-room smell, that had been in the small room. Once they stopped on the other side of the fence, ushered through by Gambit, Alex was already reaching for engines. He felt several and a huge weight fell off his shoulders. Secretly, he had been a little scared that they would arrive only to find out that there was nothing motorized on the island.
Alex gave a short affirmative nod when Gambit mentioned his name. He was going with the first group, but he already knew that. "Break a leg," he said to Stacy with a quick, one-sided smile before he and the first group separated off from the rest. They went off towards the guard-tower, where there was a break-room, changing room and more importantly - a laundry room. At least according to the intel they had. While taking great care to stay out of any light and as silent as possible, Alex kept technopathical contact with the patrol vehicle closest to the guard station. They guards inside that particular vehicle were about to have some major, unexpected motor problems and the communication device connected to the patrol unit was going to go dark as soon as they had uniforms. |
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| Stacy X | May 2 2014, 12:33 AM Post #3 |
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Neurochemical Control/ Reptillian Traits
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Five Hours Ago: Stacy stood outside the electrified gates to a large New Jersey property that was just about visible over the slight curve of a hill. Half a mile of driveway beyond the gates lay the house of John Walker - collector of man-size PVC dresses, lover of bizarre mutant-on-human shenanigans, Deputy Warden of the Raft and now unwitting weak link in the prison’s security. All their previous ‘meetings’ had been in Manhattan, and didn’t involve the image inducer currently cloaking Stacy as something that could pass for human. She hadn’t really known what to expect when she arrived, but if the Deputy Warden’s house looked like a mansion, she was suddenly very curious to find out what his bosses house must be like. “Hi!” She grinned broadly at the video screen next to the intercom. Even the guy’s doorbell was hi-tech. “I’m here to see Johnny-boy.” In her purse she was carrying an envelope filled with high-res photo printouts. Not her best angle on most them, but that had to be sacrificed in order to capture the Deputy Warden very clearly enjoying her mutant charms. “Uhh…” A confused female voice searched for a response. “Mr Walker isn’t expecting anyone. If you’re press, you’ll have to telephone his PA to schedule a meeting.” “Oh, I’m not press but I’m headed that way. Listen, can you just let him know Stacy stopped by on her way to the Daily Bugle. I’m supposed to be talking to Joy Mercado and I was hoping to run some pictures past John first. He’ll know what it’s about.” “Uhh… I’ll let him know but as I’ve said, he won’t be able to see you without an appointment.” “Okay, you do that and we’ll see.” There was a pause long enough for Stacy to put two cigarettes away. She stood patiently, occasionally smiling and waving at the security camera that had turned to point at her. When she started to get a little bored she lifted up her vest and flashed it, not even sure if the image inducer would make that part of her look human. “Oh god, what are you doing here?” John’s voice suddenly hissed out over the speaker. “Johnny!” Stacy beamed. “Suit up. It’s Take Your Hooker to Work day! It’s that or I go keep my appointment with Ms Mercado, y’know, the chick who wrote that ‘Titans of Our Times’ expose?” She fished in her purse for the envelope and waved it in view of the security camera. “I’ve got pictuuuuures! Wanna see? You look so cute in the one with the ball gag.” There was a loud buzzing sound and the driveway gates swung open. *** Present Time: Stacy had managed to avoid being stuck on the boat for the journey out. She’d been busy ‘taking one for the team’ in New Jersey while the rest of them were only just heading out from New York City. The Deputy Warden commuted to work via helicopter, which was much more to her tastes. He’d hurried her through security and bundled her into his office, thinking there was little trouble she could cause once she’d been whisked away from the prying eyes and quizzical looks of the guards. The man was now lightly dozing in his office chair while Stacy sat on the desk and casually browsed the computer she’d convinced him to log in to. Beyond that was a massive clock and an array of security feeds screening black and white views around the facility. Seeing the time, Stacy pulled out the small bag of tricks she’d smuggled in and fished out her comm device. She tapped the mic and tried a quick sound check in the earpiece before connecting it to the channel two frequency the Guild agreed on. “Good morning Vietnam!” Alex cracked a few jokes into the mic at her in what he must’ve thought was a stealthy fashion, which meant he was probably the only one with an earpiece in so far. She could practically hear the look on his face. “Ooh Kenny, I love it when you talk dirty. Stop revving my engine you little grease-monkey.” She purred, purely to see if she could get him to go red in front of the others. She listened as Remy ran over the plan one last time. “Get ready everyone, and stay on me until we get to the wire, then break up into your individual groups. Stay low and stay quiet.” “Hey boys.” She chirped at them. “Electric charge is down on the link fences. My date for the night knows how to show a girl a good time. And by a good time I mean a metric fuck-ton of breaker switches. Nothing that killed the floodlights or main generators though… so have fun with that.” “This is where we split up. The first group will get uniforms and preferably a patrol vehicle and go in through the bay doors. Alex, you'll be the driver. Group two will go in through the offices. Stacy already has that part worked out. Everyone going with her, she'll let you in once she's in place. Group three is with me. If you hear a large explosion that means we've been compromised. That's where I come in.” “Nansi! Come save me from this terrible desk job!” She grinned as she spoke. Stacy’s attention mostly flickered between the security feeds and the human dozing in his chair. Still sat on the desk like a paper weight, she pulled a lock-pick out from her little bag of tricks and started giving herself an improvised manicure. “Break a leg,” She heard Alex offer. “I’d rather break hearts than legs, but thanks.” |
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| Anansi | May 13 2014, 01:20 AM Post #4 |
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He did not like this part of the plan...not one bit. His large frame was cramped into the crawl space below the barge, that they had built to mimic an actual garbage barge. They had worked hard to pull this heist off and the guild focused hard on what the plan was. Even now in the cramped hold of the hollow pontoon, Gambit talked over the plan once more. The large spider looked down at the plan as well as the others cramped in around the map. There was Alex, Thebe, Gambit and a few others. Stacy was outside already in the prison, dealing with the warden and securing his entrance into the prison. Activating the comm system at his belt one that was custom made for Anansi, he listened to the orders. It still transmitted the other's signals but softly so that his hairs could pick up the vibrations of the words. It was a useful tool and he couldn't wait to utilize it. Nodding as Gambit went over the details of the group, Anansi twitched his spiny back limbs and wrapped them over his shoulders and around his torso. Since having them he had learned to adjust his movements and his combat style somewhat to accomodate them. They had only improved his combat skills, his agility and his strength. It was a nice twist to be able to be durable as well as agile and still keep his opponents on their toes. With the barge unloading and the last garbage bin coming, Gambit ushered them forward through the concealed door. Squeezing his large frame through the door onto the dock, the spider stood to his towering 6'8 height and looked around. Stretching his limbs he crouched down as one team headed off. Hearing the vibrations of Stacy telling him to come rescue her, he spoke back to her at the mouthpiece tucked under his mandibles. "I am on my way Stacy," he grumbled into the comms. Having memorized where he needed to go, Anansi turned and compressing the special fluid in his legs launched himself into the air. Knowing that his jump would launch him into the prison wall, he stuck his landing his arms splayed before he spun that creepy way a spider can and started quickly skittering on the wall. Stopping at the corner he paused as the search light passed over him, before climbing over the corner and into the shadows once again. It was there he felt the safest and he could blend in perfectly. Coming to the window that Stacy was waiting in, he noticed it was open slightly. Opening it further he swung himself into the office landing impossibly quiet for his size. "Hello Stacy, the warden is incapacitated I see," he grumbled "he must have enjoyed your 'charms' eh? What is next?" |
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| Eric Gitter | Jun 2 2014, 04:05 AM Post #5 |
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Their mission was clear. Break into The Raft, find a guy, and don't get detected. Simple enough, right? Quite the contrary. They were breaking into THE RAFT. A super prison that housed a magnitude of the most dangerous super-criminals in the world. What was the worst things that could go wrong? Eric Gitter had to shake those types of thoughts from his mind. He couldn't worry about what good go wrong. He had to focus on everything going right, or if everything didn't, being able to find an alternate solution on-the-fly. Ink sat there and listened to Gambit's words as footsteps passed overhead on the barge. Remy had a way with words that Eric didn't. The two of them had started this whole thing, and they were in it for the long haul. Alexander, Thebe, Stacy, and the rest of the Guild, they were all there because Gambit and Ink wanted them to be a part of it. Not that Remy and Eric would above anyone in the Guild. They were all equals. Each one of them had a say-so, and that was more than fine with Ink. They were, or had the potential to be, the best thieves in the world, and if you throw the best in the world all together for a common goal, you have yourself one hell of a team. It was blantantly obvious that this wasn't the easiest thing in the world. It wasn't the most desirable thing in the world either, but the fact of the matter remained that they all had the skills to get the jobs done, they just needed guidance. Eric wasn't the man to give that guidance, but Remy, he suited that role well. Even if he didn't want to do it, he was the best man for the job. Just as everyone else did, Eric listened to what Remy had to say. He laid out the plan once more and mentioned communications. "You can still hear me, right, Cuz?" he tested out his telepathy to Thebe whom he had opened a connection two telepathically. If Thebe could hear him still, the dampening field wouldn't work on Eric, which made things a little more difficult. He had to refrain from resorting to using his powers openly if things went south until the dampening field was taken care of. The sound of the barge grinding against the concrete was terrible. It could make anyone want to rip their eardrums out with a corkscrew. In a matter of moments, it would be time to pull off the biggest job that Eric Gitter had taken on in his life. "NOW!", Remy let out with one of those light scream whisper type things. Eric didn't even have time to think about things, and he was glad for that. He made his way out of the compartment door following right behind Anansi, whom had followed Stacy, whom had followed Mac, and whom had followed Remy. Thebe would be behind him on the way out. Once outside the barge, Eric thought about getting a 'bird's eye view' of what they were about to have to deal with, but the thought went astray quickly as he didn't have time to take off without getting spotted. Instead, he opted to stay on Remy's path the whole way. At the gate, Remy ushered them all through and followed himself. There they paused for a few moments to get the final word from Remy. Eric nodded to signal that he understood and held his fist out to Mac. "You ready to do this, Cuz?", he asked quietly. It didn't matter if Mac was ready or not. It was time to get to work, and it looked like Mac was already on their portion of the job. Which suited Eric just fine. He looked to Anansi and Thebe. "Be careful", he said as he continued onward with Mac and could only think to himself, "Here we go, Gitter. Here we go." |
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| Gambit | Jul 29 2014, 03:14 PM Post #6 |
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Biokinetics, Empathic Charm, Weird Accent
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The first stage of the plan had gone off without a hitch. All the team members were in place. For his own part, Gambit would have to locate the power suppressors located somewhere within the bowels of the facility and override the computer access terminal to depower them. He shimmied down the filthy culvert into a collection reservoir and stood hip deep in soapy water. Thankfully this seemed to be a drain for the laundry facility rather than sewage. Still it was no bubble bath. The reservoir functioned like an S trap underneath a kitchen sink, staving off fumes and mold with a layer of putrid water. From here on out he'd be swimming. He pulled out a small cannister of compressed air, bit down on the mouthpiece, and dove into the blackness. Once he met the floor he felt around the claustrophobic space for the inflow opening. It was barely wide enough to fit his broad shoulders and he made his way down the tube mostly along the sides with his toes. He counted to himself as he went having carefully practiced this precise scenario several times. Once he passed underneath the prison's thick concrete walls above, he felt himself enter the power suppression field. At this point, if he got stuck in the narrow pipe he could not rely on his powers to escape, nor would he be able to use them until he found and deactivated the suppressors. Finally he reached 837 in his silent count and stopped, pulling a tube from one sleeve and a small spray can from the other. He sprayed the can into the space before him and a foam filled the width of the pipe, effectively capping it off. He knew the last man in line was doing the same thing behind himself. Gambit allowed another few seconds to make sure the foam had solidified, then thumbed the stopper off the tube. The chemical reaction was swift as he poured the oily purple substance through the water. It sank through to the metal of the pipe and immediately began corroding away the metal. Upon penetrating through with a small hole, the water begain to drain from inside the section of pipe, quickening as the hole expanded until the space containing Gambit's party was empty. The thief slipped through the hole and tumbled to the soaked floor with much less grace than he would have at full power. There was no lighting, but Remy produced a glow stick. It's soft red illumination bathed the mold covered walls in hellish hue. This was a maintainence access hallway in the sub basement, he knew. He had memorized the layout and practiced carefully until he could find his way in the dark. The glow stick was a precaution designed to avoid footfalls through rusted metal grates in the floor. Holding it before him, he trudged through the labrynthian dungeon ahead. "I'm at checkpoint two," he said through his earpiece. "All teams report." |
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| Alexander | Jul 29 2014, 10:43 PM Post #7 |
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Here, outside of the power suppressing field, Alex could feel the steady thrum of the patrol vehicle as easily as he could feel his own pulse, pumping away in his throat. There was a certain... thrill... to doing bad things, that Alex hadn't really felt before joining the Thieves Guild. Stealing cars for the Skulls had been easy as pie, but it hadn't been fun. It had never been exciting, there was no pleasure associated with it. Especially knowing that any car he took was going straight to the chopping block, pulled apart and sold in pieces. But this, this was almost sort of fun as much as it was stomach churning. Reaching out, Alex felt part of himself separate from body and connect with the car, shimming into it like a pair of old, threadbare, favorite jeans. His mind bled through the machine and soaked into it's controls, and as soon as he had a firm grip on the reins of this filly, he made it accelerate abruptly, gain enough momentum and then slammed the brakes, causing the panicked driver to slam his head into the steering wheel. Slipping forward from the wall, careful to avoid any of the circling spotlight circles, Alex was at the car within moments. He then pulled the driver from the car, stashed him in the back seat while making a note of the name on his ID-card and quickly undressed the unconscious man. He was gonna live, but have one hell of a headache when he woke up. Tying him up with his own cuffs, slipping into his uniform, getting into the drivers-seat Alex found his part of the small team and waved them over. "Patrol-vehicle, come in" the radio fritzed. "Patrol-vehicle, repport. Why did you speed up?" Centering his consciousness to the part of the vehicle connected to the radio, Alex made sure his reply would be static-y enough to throw anyone, who could possible know the former drivers voice off. "This is patrol-vehicle, I fell asleep at the wheel, coming in." By now, Eric should be in the trunk of the car, so Alex drove through the gates. "Alright man, opening the gates." "I'm at checkpoint two," he said through his earpiece. "All teams report." "We are in." Alex reported through his ear pierce, just as he felt himself cross into the suppressing field and lost connection with the car. He was still a damn good driver, even without his powers, but still, there was something unnerving about being snapped back to his body like that. And he felt sort of itchy in his brain without the constant buzz of life from technology. Alex parked the car next to the guards-tower, walked back and opened the trunk. "Snug?" he grinned at Ink. "There's no time to snuggle, though so let's hustle." Next step was uniforms. That was all Ink. |
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| Stacy X | Aug 3 2014, 10:47 AM Post #8 |
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“I am on my way Stacy,” Anansi grumbled into the comms. “Well, y'know, just if you feel like it.” She joked. Hopping off the desk, she spent a good few minutes trying a wide variety of the keys the deputy warden had been carrying until she finally got to the one that opened the window. Her getting freaky with prison chief John Walker was a small price to pay for not having to endure the boat journey over. Or the power dampening systems. Or row after row of windows covered in bars. She was quite happy to leave that portion to the boys. She saw one arachnid arm eventually push through the gap left between the panel and the frame. It would have been terrifying if she didn't know exactly who that limb belonged to. But thanks to Tabula Rasa there was no way Stacy could ever associate horror or revulsion with the sight of Nansi clambering in. Appearance-wise, he was no more or less scary than Stacy herself perhaps. And fixed in the role of welcome cavalry in her mind. He was basically her extraction plan, once again there to pluck her out of potential harm's way. Opening it further he swung himself into the office landing impossibly quiet for his size. “Hello Stacy, the warden is incapacitated I see,” he grumbled. “Incapacitated is one word for it.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Fucked out's another one. Well... two.” “He must have enjoyed your 'charms' eh?” “If people gimmie a chance they always do.” the snakewoman winked. “What is next?” “Now you go get me a sandwich, bitch.” She commanded, then broke down into a laugh. “Nah, for real, there's not much 'till the others get where they've gotta be. Although now I kinda wish I made Mr Walker here buy me a sub on the way in...” She wandered past the warden, spinning the office chair he was still slumped in as she went. His shirt was hanging open, his wrists lashed tightly together behind his back with his tie. It had all been completely consensual of course. Well, dubiously consensual. But that was normally what he got off on. “We just see what we can dig up here and be real grateful we're too freaky-lookin' t'bother sending past the null field.” She started unlocking the metal filling cabinets lining one wall of the office, picking out the one labelled “A-D”. Like the window it involved the fiddly process of trying out various potential keys. “What was the codename of this bully-boy we're lookin' for?” She asked, flipping through a set of hard copy files that looked promising. “Astride? Artifice? Man some people pick laaaame monikers. I swear Imma just stick with Stacy X. Ah! Here we go – Arktika.” She pulled the manilla file folder out and strutted back over to the desk. From flicking through the pages as she crossed the space, she gathered that he was a cryogenic bank robber with a nasty habit of freezing guards solid and then punching chunks out of their vital organs. “Ewww, check it!” She held up a crime scene photo for Nansi to get a peak. If the mutant got too raucous with the Guildies, Stacy doping him up was one of a few stand-by plans. She was loathed to do it though because she despised the cold. “Remy's gonna have t'mess with the terminals down below, so if we can get him any passwords that makes life easier.” She sat herself back on the desk then reached forwards to Walker's face. A single finger tapped to the skin of his jaw. His features twitched at Stacy hooked herself back into his neurochemistry. And then his eyes slowly opened. He tried to straighten himself up, only for the movement to remind him that his hands were still tied. And then he saw the giant Man-Spider and his eyes went wide with fear. “I'm at checkpoint two,” Remy said through his earpiece. “All teams report.” “We are in.” Alex reported. “Gambit, Transporter, you handsome fuckin' landsharks.” Stacy chipped in. 'Checkpoint secure' just wasn't her style. “Nansi's in. Just gonna see if we can scare you up a log-in or override code or whatever.” The all-too-human deputy's terrified threats and curses could be heard in the background audio coming from her and Nansi's mics. “Calm down baby.” Stacy shushed. “No need to have a code brown over this. I just brought a friend.” She was hoping they'd get faster results out of the man if they played at good cop / bad cop. “Feel like sharing any security codes? Me and my friend here are more than a little curious. About today's set.” |
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| Anansi | Aug 8 2014, 01:30 AM Post #9 |
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Anansi looked around the office that he had just entered all at once taking in small pieces of info here and there. The prominent piece that stuck out was the warden that was bound to the chair. He grumbled in his chest slightly when Stacy said to get her a sandwich and he shot her a look with his eyes that he knew she would see. His eyes watched as she walked past the warden, causing the man to spin in the chair. Anansi nodded when she mentioned that they should find out some information . "Agreed," he responded before thumping his way over to the other cabinets and opening two started to file through them. Each of his arms had pulled open a drawer and was busy looking through them when Stacy asked who they were looking for. "I can't remember his name, it was weird spelling," he said before she mentioned it "wait that is it." She rifled through the folder before crying out in disgust and pulling up a picture showed him some of the man's work. It wasn't as bad as it looked; frozen body parts and mangled bodies. Shrugging he grumbled at her "I have done worse, I am a whirlwind of death when I need to be." Shrugging again he closed the doors and retreated to the center of the room. He watched as Stacy woke up the warden with a touch of her finger and the man's reaction was priceless. Anansi watched with amusement as the mans horror crossed his face while the man-spider took a stepped forward. The call from Gambit and Transporter chimed through the coms and Anansi listened to their status updates. They were both in their positions and Stacy chimed back to the two of them, giving their update for the rest of them. When she asked the man what the codes were, the spider immediately knew what she was doing. He was to be the bad cop or in this case the evil guy wanting to eat him. Stomping up to the man he reached down with his lowest set of arms and picked him up, gripping his arms tight and lifting him. Pulling him just in front of his mandibles he exposed his fangs and licking them together a few times looked at the man. "The codes if you please, if not be sure that I will tear them from your flesh," he snarled to the man and to accentuate his point ran a clawed finger long his jaw. It immediately drew a small red line of blood and he stared into the man's eyes. |
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| Eric Gitter | Aug 31 2014, 12:19 AM Post #10 |
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The job had officially begun. Ink watched quietly as Mac went to work in taking control of a patrol vehicle. It was like it wasn't even a challenge for the guy while he was outside the suppression field. That was something they were going to have to tackle once inside. Mack's actions were slow, calculating, yet at the same time, they were effective. Eric watched on as the 'Car Whisperer', as it were, slipped into what appeared to be a trance. He kept watch to make sure no guards came up on them. If they did, they would have gotten a burst of sickness. Everything happened quickly now. The car sped up and then came to an abrupt halt. With that, Mack had headed for the car, keeping out of any spotlights. This guy was good. Damn good. Ink followed Mack to the car, whom was quickly changing clothes to fill the identity of the patrol-vehicle's driver. The radio fritzed in from the guard tower. "Patrol-vehicle, come in." There was a pause for a moment. "Patrol-vehicle, report. Why did you speed up?" Eric's instincts told him to get the hell out of there and to tell everyone else to abandon the mission, that they had been compromised, but the trill-seeker in him told himself to wait and see what was going to happen here. Maybe a scrap was going to come of it, and that might make this covert thing a little more interesting, however, it would mean the whole job was a bust at the same time. "This is patrol-vehicle. I feel asleep at the whell. Coming in." As Mack responded on the radio, Eric did what he was supposed to do. He slipped into the trunk of the patol-vehicle. "I'm at checkpoint two," Remy said through the ear piece. "All teams report." Eric sighed as the car began moving towards the gates. "We are in," Mack responded. This was going to be a pain in the ass, but it was going to be worth it. This was a team building mission. Eric never was very good at being a part of a team, but he had to try. This was his new family, at least for the time-being. He had to earn their trust, all of them. "We need to knock-out the power terminal to the suppression field, or we need to hack the system to allow our powers to be intact. If things go south, none of us need to be without them. As soon as X and Arachnaman enter the field, their powers, and their physical mutations, are gone. Whisperer, you can hack, right? I get you to a terminal, you hack the system to by-pass the power suppression...somehow..." A few minutes went by and the car came to a stop. Seconds later, the trunk opened. "Snug?" Mack asked with a grin. "Not at all..." Eric responded sarcastically. "There's no time to snuggle though, so let's hustle." Now it was time to grab some prisoner uniforms. "Time to get a change of uniform. Never thought I'd be breaking into a prison though...but first...we've gotta get our powers back online. Time to move. Gotta find a computer terminal for you to hack." Eric climbed out of the trunk and went straight to the shadows. Mack closed the trunk quietly. "That guy had cuffs, yeah? They won't do well enough here, Cuz. Need all out chain-gang stuff. Gonna have to make this look as real as we can. C'mon, this way...I think..." Ink was going off of instincts now. He'd never been inside The Raft, but he'd heard people talk about it. It was rumors, but it was all he had to go off of right now. "Cardmaster, Whisperer and I are heading for the prisoner uniforms. You got a look-sy on the layout of this place, like...ever? Need to find a storage area...or...a laundry room even. Going to try to find a way to get us our powers inside here without giving the rest of the prisoners theirs. X, Arachnaman, you two all good?" Eric nodded towards what he could only guess was the laundry facility just outside the actual prison. There still would be guards, and there most likely would be inmates inside taking care of the laundry. It was going to have to be quiet, and quick for that matter, but they could get the job done. "Shackles, man. We gotta get those shackles first." He'd leave that to Mack to find while Eric snuck through the shadows to get his uniform. He looked to Mack, "Alright, let's move," he said as he headed his way. There were enough shadows to get their, he could only hope that Mack would find his way and get back at the same time as he did. If not, they'd have to improvise...and that would make things...difficult. |
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